CYNTHIA AND THE 'DARK-VIOLET' CATSUIT (3)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

CYNTHIA AND THE 'DARK-VIOLET' CATSUIT

Part 3

Cynthia kept pulling the suit up, higher and higher, despite the sweat that flowed down her back and how hard it was getting with every inch more the suit covered. The lubricating sensation seemed to have completely disappeared and she only noticed how the suit seemed to stick to her skin. Nevertheless, she continued to pull up the collar of the suit at the same pace. But when she reached her breasts she stopped shortly, wondering how her sagging breasts would look under the fabric of the suit.

"FUCK!" she said, surprised at how pleasurably the fabric was covering her breasts. Perfectly lifting them up and making her look like in her twenties. Also she was noticing something clinging to her hard nipples. "What's that inside?"

Cynthia let out a long, choked moan. She had to let herself fall onto the couch, as her knees began to shake. As she did so, the moment she fell onto the cushion, the bumps between her legs vibrated, causing Cynthia to curse in pleasure and then draw a mute “O” on her full lips. As if by a will of their own, her hands quickly went to latch onto her breasts and knead them. It felt better than good, more than just pleasurable. There was something about that outfit... that Cynthia liked. She didn't know what it was exactly, but she did know that it was teasing her.

From the bottom of her armpits to the tips of her toes, she felt like she was in an 'Eden of Pleasure'. It was like in those kinky stories she had read on the internet, about people putting on a suit and their whole body became oblivious to pain, but super sensitive to pleasure. Little by little, Cynthia felt that happening to her breasts, becoming more and more sensitive. Then she felt the same happening to the rest of her body covered by the suit.

But especially in her sex this was strongest. Just making a slight movement inside of the suit sent tidelwaves of excitement through her body. Her eyes were lost in their
sockets like beads, due to the ecstatic pleasure that ran through her body and corrupted her brain with ecstasy.

Without knowing how or why, she realized that she was suddenly struggling to get her arms into the suit. Feeling now that the fabric of the neck of the suit had reached the maximum point of its elasticity as it spread around her shoulders. This almost prevented her from putting her arms inside, so that she could finish putting on the suit. As, little by little, Cynthia got what she wanted, the suit kept making it harder and harder for her, getting tighter, losing more and more elasticity.

Her sweat did not help, nor did the fact that the inside was now covered with something like glue. Now it was easier to keep trying to finish dressing the suit and almost impossible to try to turn back. The collar was so tight now that Cynthia could not pull back out of the suit. With much resistance, and with one hand almost impeded, she tried to pull the fabric to get into the glove on the other sleeve. Unfortunately for the suit, the battle was being won by Cynthia.

Finally, Cynthia suddenly felt a whiplash at her neck. The collar of the suit finally slipped off her shoulders and closed violently around her neck, as if in a last act of rebellion against the one who was trying to wear it. And in that last act of rebellion, the toys inside her that had seemed too small started to play their part, as did the things on her nipples.

Cynthia felt an explosion of pleasure spread from her neck throughout her body, causing a secondary burst in her private parts. Her mind went blank, her whole body trembled and contracted, causing her to fall flat onto her back on the couch.

After a time that Cynthia could not define, but it was like being lost in the best orgasm she had ever felt, she came to. Settling herself on the side of the couch, she started pampering her body with avid hands. There was hardly any resistance now, only the sensation of the tight, strong embrace of the fabric over her body. From her neck, to the tips of her toes, Cynthia looked like a mature Milf version of her teenage super villain persona. A much hotter, hornier, uncontrolled, wet and uninhibited version.

"OH FUCK!" she said speeding up her hands and letting her excitement control her. "It's been so long since I felt like this... FUCK! I missed it... this outfit makes me feel so horny... mmmmmh... I love it... more... Mmm... Yes! I could be like this forever."

Her hands roamed her body, unleashing waves and waves of pleasure. Her touch was so electrifying, she seemed to feel sparks of pure static with every caress or brush of her gloved hands. But then she noticed something that alarmed her. Under the suit she began to notice that all those sparks were building up. All that pleasure energy was making her start to feel too hot. At the same time the suit seemed to stiffen, to begin to shrink and form a vacuum inside.


to be continued...